funeral
I flew out to Mission, caught the tail end of Grandma's funeral. Hungout with cousins. Went to Mexico, went to an odd club called "Grand Central Station" and watched drunk Mexicans make idiots of themselves. Mrs. Mercer gave me jewelry, I'm worried about her health. She is giving a bunch of her stuff away and seems to be 'setting things in order'. I guess if the neighbors that you have lived by forever suddenly die, you want to set things up before it's your turn. I got home after one hell of a drive, and the AC is out. Broken. Ruined.